Strongest War Emperor

Chapter 485: Chapter 471: Let’s Talk About My Business

The night was deep.

But every peak of the Profound Dao Sect was brightly lit and bustling with excitement.

If Shen Lang’s fame had been suppressed by the Elders and hadn’t truly come to light before, this time, no one in the Profound Dao Sect would ever forget his name.

It was a name destined to be recorded in the annals of the Profound Dao Sect.

Right now, his name was on everyone’s lips throughout the Profound Dao Sect, and everything he had displayed on Heaven-Reaching Peak today was being retold and celebrated.

The young and old of the Profound Dao Sect were all in a state of extreme excitement, unable to sleep.

The only quiet place was the Profound Dao Sect’s forbidden area.

Inside the forbidden area, only a few people were in Cultivation. Shang Xiaoran and Hao Fengliu were glaring at each other, cross-eyed, and had apparently been doing so for some time.

A dozen or so people sat cross-legged on the lake’s surface, hovering between sleep and wakefulness.

About ten meters from the lake’s edge, Tian Hao was looking at a large group of people nearby and laughing gleefully. "MWAHAHAHA, let’s see who dares to call me ’Big Zongzi’ now! Every one of these new ’Big Zongzi’ is wrapped up tighter than I ever was!"

Beside him, a group of mummies rolled their eyes in unison.

These figures, wrapped up like zongzi, were the people from the Mahayana Sect who had had several of their bones broken by Shen Lang.

Their leader, Yang Tianyu, lay on a chair, sighing and looking utterly miserable.

If Tian Hao had dared to be this arrogant before, Yang Tianyu would have beaten him to a pulp long ago.

’Dammit, just a Spirit Martial Realm Third Heaven, and he dares to be this cocky? He’s courting death!’

But there was no point dwelling on the past... Under the moonlight, that bastard Tian Hao was on pretty good terms with Shen Lang. The Mahayana Sect group was counting on him to put in a good word for them with Shen Lang, so how could they dare to offend him?

If Shen Lang still found them disagreeable, forget about receiving any guidance; when they reached the Yumu Cave Blessed Land, they’d be burning incense in thanks if he didn’t just assign them to a Demon Beast Nest to die.

Yang Tianyu hadn’t had many regrets in his life.

But this time, he was so filled with regret it was killing him. He was in such agony that he felt like jumping off a cliff to atone for his sins.

Just then, a large group of people walked in from the valley entrance.

As they walked, they excitedly chatted about Shen Lang and the Artifact Origin Sect.

It was the same group that had witnessed everything at the Heaven-Reaching Peak Martial Arts Arena.

"Shen Lang’s slash was just too awesome, seriously... With just one slash, he sent that Xuanwu Realm Ninth Heaven expert from the Artifact Origin Sect flying!"

"He drew his blade in a hurry, without even gathering his full power. If he’d had a moment more, that slash definitely would have split the guy in two. That bastard got off easy!"

"If my man were even one-tenth as powerful or one-tenth as cool, I’d die a happy woman..."

"You’re such a fangirl!"

The crowd laughed and teased her.

Yang Tianyu turned his head with some difficulty, a blade of grass still dangling from his mouth. He asked strangely, "Hey, uh... Junior Sister, did you just say an expert at the Xuanwu Realm Ninth Heaven from the Artifact Origin Sect was defeated by Shen Lang? Are you sure it was Xuanwu Realm Ninth Heaven, and not Spirit Martial Realm Ninth Heaven?"

SWISH!

Everyone cultivating in the forbidden area immediately stopped and gathered around.

The flames of gossip were burning brightly...

It was undeniable. The name "Shen Lang" now held a special Magic Power for these people. Anything related to him could completely captivate everyone’s attention, making them forget everything else.

Cai Chaoqun snorted coldly and stepped out from the crowd. "Heh heh, of course it was Xuanwu Realm Ninth Heaven. Who at the Spirit Martial Realm Ninth Heaven would even be worthy of my Junior Brother drawing his blade? What, Yang Tianyu? Are you still not convinced?"

PLOP!

The blade of grass fell from Yang Tianyu’s mouth, which was now hanging wide open, frozen in shock...

Ignoring his still-injured neck, the man shook his head forcefully. A series of CRACKS sounded from his neck, and he sucked in a sharp breath of cold air from the pain. It was an injury from when Shen Lang had thrashed him, and it still hadn’t healed.

He said impatiently, yet with an air of righteous indignation, "No, no... Brother, what are you saying? Our Five Sects are as one, sharing a common enemy. I was just concerned, that’s all. If I weren’t injured and unable to move, I would have gone with you to beat up those bastards from the Artifact Origin Sect!"

"By the way, have all those scum from the Artifact Origin Sect left? Did Shen Lang drive them all away? Quick, tell me the details..."

The Five Great Sects are as one, sharing a common enemy... Those were the words from on high, words Yang Tianyu had initially dismissed. That’s why he got beaten up by Shen Lang without even understanding the reason.

Now, whether consciously or not, he wanted to show that he was extremely concerned about the Profound Dao Sect’s affairs... He had to be concerned. If he wasn’t, he wouldn’t even be able to go to the Imperial Capital.

A few days ago, when the Sect Leader found out he had provoked Shen Lang, he had leaped three feet in the air like an enraged wolf.

If the other Elders hadn’t held him back...

Yang Tianyu probably wouldn’t even be qualified to sit here with Tian Hao—because the Sect Leader’s kick would have definitely sent him straight to his grave!

"Hehehe... You should have seen it!"

Cai Chaoqun began to recount the events at the Martial Arts Arena with great animation, his words flying as fast as his spittle, describing every detail after Shen Lang’s arrival.

...

While things were lively over there, the main hall on Heaven-Reaching Peak was quite serene.

A total of twenty-six King Martial Realm experts were seated in the meeting hall, while Shen Lang examined the items Gong Lanyan and Feng Buping had brought back.

The paper was filled with a list of materials gathered in a short time—all of them Spirit Fruits and Medicinal Herbs meant to help Zhuge Xian’Er suppress and remove the Black Crow Witchcraft.

A translucent, foot-long Four-winged Green-scaled Python swam back and forth in front of Shen Lang...

"How is it? Can you cure Xian’Er’s Black Crow Witchcraft now?" Shui Tianji asked impatiently, seeing the pleased look on Shen Lang’s face.

Shen Lang shook his head. "It’s not that simple. Some of these ingredients are extremely rare and haven’t appeared on the market for many years. It won’t be easy to gather them in a short time."

"Then what was with that smile while you were reading the list!" Shui Tianji roared.

Shen Lang rolled his eyes. "It will certainly take some time to gather the materials to completely eliminate the Black Crow Witchcraft; it might even depend on Xian’Er’s luck. However, we already have all the elixir materials needed to concoct something that can suppress the Voodoo and alleviate her pain... The Treasure Pavilion’s resources are truly terrifyingly deep. They’ve been hiding so many good things away."

"That’s... That’s good, that’s good too!" Shui Tianji said, her voice choked with emotion.

Shen Lang took out a sheet of paper and began to write on it, his brush moving like the wind.

The Elder Ancestors sat on either side, silent and motionless as stone statues.

Zhu Feng and Tang Hao sat off to the side with strange expressions, looking restless and uneasy.

Shen Lang hadn’t dismissed them, so they didn’t dare leave.

But being stuck here with these people was not a pleasant experience... after all, they had been planning to move against the Profound Dao Sect just before.

...

In the conventional sense, a "poison" is a chemical substance from the environment that, upon entering the body under certain conditions, can cause biochemical or biophysical reactions. These reactions interfere with or destroy the body’s normal physiological functions, leading to temporary or permanent pathological states, and can even be life-threatening.

In this world, there were countless types of poisons.

But they could be mainly divided into two categories.

One type was biological toxins, such as snake venom, a liquid secreted from a venomous snake’s glands. The composition of snake venom is extremely complex, but it only affects living organisms, including animals and plants.

These were toxic substances produced by various living things (animals, plants, microorganisms) and were considered natural toxins.

The variety of biological toxins is vast, encompassing almost all types of chemical compounds. Their biological activity is also complex and can affect the physiological functions of an organism.

The Black Crow Witchcraft, however, was a different concept entirely. It was an Energy toxin.

Energy toxins, refined using a Secret Technique from the legendary and extremely rare Black Crow venom, were potent toxins capable of eroding the soul. The very mention of them made even powerful experts turn pale with fear.

Zhuge Xian’Er’s Cultivation was already at the King Martial Realm Second Heaven, and her Nascent Soul could leave her body at will. But after being afflicted by this Black Crow Witchcraft, her Nascent Soul no longer dared to leave her body.

For one, her Nascent Soul had also been infected by the Black Crow Witchcraft and was being tormented by it, unable to break free.

Secondly, if her Nascent Soul were to leave her body, she would no longer be able to suppress the Black Crow Witchcraft. Her entire physical form would be instantly and completely corroded by the Voodoo, rendering it useless.

Fortunately, she had been on Blood Evil Island. The island’s two Elder Ancestors, Black and White Impermanence, had intervened to help her contain the toxin in her leg, preventing it from spreading further.

Otherwise, she would have had no choice but to abandon her physical body, have her Nascent Soul leave it, and undergo Possession to be reborn.

Now, seeing Shen Lang return and, despite being in the presence of a group of King Martial Realm experts, ignore them completely to first focus on how to cure her poison, Zhuge Xian’Er couldn’t help but look at him with a deeply moved expression.

After a short while, Shen Lang handed the paper to the Second Ancestor, Feng Buping, who was standing beside him.

"Elder Ancestor, please gather the most elite Alchemists from our sects. Have them follow the steps on this paper and begin refining the items listed. It must be completed within three days."

Feng Buping gave a slight nod, took the paper, and vanished from the hall like the wind.

"Are you done? If you’re done, let’s talk about my business," Shui Tianji said coldly.

Shen Lang was taken aback. "What’s so urgent?"

The Four-winged Green-scaled Python shimmered in the air and transformed into its human form.

Shui Tianji’s icy gaze swept over the group of King Martial Realm experts on both sides. Their hearts all skipped a beat as they remembered something. One by one, they subconsciously averted their eyes, not a single one of them daring to meet her gaze!

Shen Lang wasn’t like them. Even though he had already guessed what this was about, he shamelessly played dumb.

Shui Tianji turned back to him and said menacingly, "Back when I was trapped in your Grand Array, I sensed some peculiar auras. The Armor these old geezers are wearing..."

"Mother!" Zhuge Xian’Er cried out in alarm, hastily cutting her off.

The expressions of the Elder Ancestors also turned strange...